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Chapter 21 21. He can be so indifferent (broken sound)!
Before leaving the Furukawa Hall, Yukino Riho found the butler and settled the payment for today.

6000 yen per hour, three hours each time.

After counting, she put the money into her backpack and gave a wry smile with a sad expression on her face.

There are three classes a week, and the money earned in a month is only enough to pay the rent of the small building of the bakery. Other than that, I can only rely on my previous savings.

Now the savings are about to bottom out, and the bakery can't make any money in a short period of time, and the income and expenditure are seriously unbalanced, which is really a headache...

Holding the handbag, Riho Yukino walked towards the gate of the Furukawa Hall, and met the bodyguard Mr. Kamiya on the way.

She thought for a while, and said hello: "Mr. Kamiya, can you drive a motorcycle?"

"As a bodyguard, I am a professional." Mr. Kamiya replied.

"Ok?"

Yukino Riho tilted his head slightly, not understanding why he answered the wrong question.

"... Yes!" Mr. Kamiya was very tired.

After living outside alone for five years, it seems that she still hasn't integrated into human society at all.

Asking a professional bodyguard whether he can drive a motorcycle is such a mentally retarded question. Really, anyone who knows a little about human society will not be able to ask the question!
"That's great." Yukino Riho laughed happily, "Mr. Kamiya, please help me drive my motorcycle to the flea market. I want to sell it."

"……it is good."

At that time, Mr. Kamiya felt that a mouthful of hot blood was stuck in his throat.

Selling second-hand motorcycles, is it not good for you to post transaction posts on the Internet and people will come to see it? No one goes to the flea market to sell motorcycles!
Seeing Xue Nu's innocent appearance that day, he didn't know how to refuse, so he could only nod helplessly: "I'll help you ride there, which market?"

"Well, let's go to Meiji Park, where the traffic is more convenient."

While talking, Yukino Riho took out the key from the bag and handed it to Mr. Kamiya: "Mr. Kamiya, please go to my bakery and drive over. I'll wait for you in the park."

"Ok."

"thank you very much."

Leaving the Furukawa Hall, Riho Yukino took the Denen Toshi Line tram from Sangenjaya Station back to Shibuya, and then walked to Meiji Park.

Pay 200 admission fee and come to the crowded flea market.

She picked up a piece of cardboard from the side of the road, intending to borrow a large pen from the stall owner, and write a sale message on it. When she looked around for a stall selling second-hand stationery, a familiar figure suddenly passed her eyes.

Huh?
Yukino Riho looked over in surprise.

A handsome boy in a high school uniform was squatting in front of a hand-made booth, holding a strange toy in his hand. While bargaining with the stall owner, he flipped through the things in his hand a little bored, and said, "If I'll buy the red Pang Na shape", then he shook his head regretfully and walked to the booth on the other side.

Sure enough it was him!

Yukino Riho bit his lower lip hesitantly, followed him for a while, and saw him squatting down in front of an old bookstall.

Are you going to buy a book?
She stopped behind the boy.

This time, be sure to ask his name.

Perhaps after this, the two sides will never meet again, and the other party may not have taken the matter of saving lives to heart, but as the first human being to help him, Yukino Riho thinks this is of great significance.

At least, to know his name.

After waiting for a long time, the boy bought a book and stood up from the booth.

Yukino Riho hurriedly bent down slightly, made a greeting ceremony, then raised his head and laughed: "What a coincidence, I can meet you here, may I ask..."

Before she could finish speaking, the boy blinked, then waved his hand: "Hello, goodbye."

Then, he simply turned and left.

Yukino Riho froze in place, with a slightly aggrieved expression.

She was full of enthusiasm, so she came to say hello.

he……

He can be so nonchalant (crack)!
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"What a coincidence, I can meet you here, may I ask..."

When hearing this, Fujiwara Rin was also stunned for a moment, and while complaining in his heart that Tokyo is really small, he said, "Hello, goodbye!"

After all, turn around and leave.

There was a booth selling second-hand guitars not far away, and Fujiwara Rin wanted to check it out, but before he took two steps, a question suddenly came to his mind—could it be this stupid woman who sold second-hand motorcycles?
Look at your watch, it's exactly 05:30...

Fujiwara Rin also stopped and turned around.

Under the soft twilight at dusk, the stupid woman stood in the middle of the crowd, looking a little dazed.

In terms of wearing high heels, the height is 175+, and she looks tall and conspicuous in the crowd. Wearing a light brown spring jacket, the lower body is a uniform skirt and high-heeled black silk. The clothes give people a sense of neatness and comfort.

She didn't wear any accessories, but she wore a pair of small gold-rimmed glasses. These glasses added a sliver of intellectual beauty to her original quiet and cool temperament, which made Fujiwara Rin feel bright in front of her eyes.

"It's you, I almost didn't recognize it!" He shouted with a smile.

Seeing the relieved smile on her face, Fujiwara Rinya immediately squatted in front of the guitar booth and started a bargain with the stall owner.

He will also pay the price of killing a stupid woman later, so he can't be too intimate now, or he will be embarrassed to speak later.

Finally got a conversation... Yukino Riho breathed a sigh of relief, came to his side and squatted down, waiting quietly.

"How much is this guitar?"

"Thirty-five thousand yen."

"Is ten thousand yen okay?"

"No, this is an authentic Yamaha guitar. It cost more than 6 yuan when I bought it new." Judging by her age, a young female stall owner who had just graduated said, "And I haven't used it a few times at all. You can see that the color is still so new. .”

Fujiwara Rin also reached out and plucked the strings.

The four elements of "stable, accurate and clear" tone are all passable, and the price of [-] yen is also kind.

"Good stuff..." He raised his head, showing a slightly shy smile, "I'm sorry, I don't have enough money to buy it. But I really like this guitar, you can keep it until I come to buy it next time ?"

The delicate and handsome literary and artistic boy showed such a lethal expression, the female stall owner's heart trembled, and her voice immediately softened.

"How much can you pay?" she asked softly.

"It's only [-]..." Fujiwara Lin also had a shy expression on his face, and his tone was a little lost, "I am a country boy who came out of the mountains in Nagano Prefecture. I have loved music since I was a child. My biggest dream is to have a guitar of my own. But during the year I came to Tokyo, I only saved so much money through part-time jobs..."

In the eyes of the stall owner, the young man who fell into a state of desperation was extraordinarily lovable.

Especially when he said this, he was still rubbing his fingers. This awkward look made one want to hold him in his arms gently, touch his head, and gently soothe his emotions.

If it was a male stall owner, he would probably curse, "It's none of my business that you have dreams."

But the female stall owner, Fujiwara Rin also looked at the woman's eyes full of maternal brilliance, and felt that she seemed to be betraying her lust.

Beside, Yukino Riho also fell into an inexplicable sadness.

The taste of having no money...

She felt so empathetic!
"Ten thousand is ten thousand, it doesn't matter."

"How does this work..."

"Take it."

The female stall owner directly stuffed the guitar into the boy's hand.

"Thank you." Rin Fujiwara embraced the guitar with both hands very cherishingly, with a pure white lotus-like smile on his face, "Sister, you are so beautiful."

"Boom~"

The female stall owner clearly heard the trembling of her heart.

My ears are buzzing, and my head is a little dizzy.

When he came back to his senses, there were ten crumpled thousand-yen banknotes left on the booth, and the boy had already disappeared.

(End of this chapter)